Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places


Empty Hands

I can’t believe

I am through with

everything

You called me to

now nothing’s left

just empty hands

and me

I’m beginning to see

that is the way You meant it to be

nothing to earn

nothing to show

just Your child

just Your child

here to receive

It is a strange place to be

at the end

and

at the beginning



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An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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